I’ve lived eighteen years as a cultivation failure, mocked by fate and forgotten by heaven. Every day was the same: cook a meal, walk two hours to collect my meager salary, and vanish back into obscurity. But today, a letter arrived from my long-lost fiancée—a genius disciple of the Heavenly Cold Sect, here to break off our engagement. Only she didn’t come to humiliate me. She came to marry me. And the moment I agreed, a voice rang in my soul: [System activated]. Now I know the truth—my path to power doesn’t begin with cultivation. It begins with her.